| Text: | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve |
| Author: | Philip Doddridge |
| Tune: | CHRISTMAS |
| Composer: | George F. Handel |
1 Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye;--
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Amen.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve |
| Author: | Philip Doddridge (1755) |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1899 |
| Topic: | Christians: Workers for Christ; Christian conflict; Diligence (2 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | CHRISTMAS |
| Composer: | George F. Handel |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |